The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 192: Wei Family... He Chose the Right Wife

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Wei Family... He Chose the Right Wife

The thunder rumbled through the sky, and a crack opened up in the horizon, unleashing a torrential rain. It fell densely on the windows and eaves.

"Why haven’t you slept yet?"

Xilin Village.

Li Lian was startled awake, reaching for the pillow next to her, which was empty. She turned to look at the Village Chief, who was sitting on a stool holding a pipe.

"Are you still thinking about Wan Niang?"

The Village Chief sighed, "That child probably resents me by now."

"If not you, who else should she resent?"

Li Lian felt choked with emotion at the thought.

If it weren’t for fear of the White Tiger today, she would have gone into the Hu Family to pull the man out.

The Village Chief: "But Yaozu..."

Cut off abruptly by Li Lian.

"Is he your grandson?"

"Do you need to worry about him?"

"You hustle around, and this Village Chief role makes you neither fish nor fowl."

Before interacting with Yu Tingwan, Li Lian could still harden her heart.

But afterward...

"That child Wan Niang, I always felt she was a good one."

"After spending time with her, every time I see her, it doesn’t sit well with me."

"Although back then you had everyone keep it a secret, it was for her own good."

Without support and no way out, being born so beautiful makes life arduous in this world.

The less you know, the easier life will be.

The Hu Family’s wickedness, so many years have passed, and now there’s a scholar. People are all superficial; if the whip doesn’t land on their own backs, they won’t feel the pain. Who would still care?

Her husband values Hu Yaozu, not for selfish reasons, hoping he succeeds so the village can gain face?

Li Lian: "The matter of the Hu Family is a mess. Since Wan Niang is ready to settle accounts, why are you getting involved?"

The Village Chief remained silent for a long time.

He always thought Hu Yaozu was someone who understood right from wrong.

The young man always appeared polite and well-mannered.

But today, the words he spoke left the Village Chief shocked.

He still hadn’t recovered from the shock.

Li Lian got up, worried he would catch cold, and started a fire beside him.

The room began to warm up.

She sighed deeply, "Aunt Wu said to me earlier in the evening that when Wan Niang left, she didn’t have the courage to speak."

"We couldn’t interfere with what happened back then, but over the years, Wan Niang rarely went out. We have some sense of what her life has been like."

"You’ve advised Hu Dazhu many times to keep an eye on Mrs. Wang; has it worked?"

Li Lian sighed heavily, "Because of lady Yu’s reputation... many of the village elders look down on Wan Niang."

They won’t say it out loud, but they all despise Wan Niang’s mother...

Were there few rumors behind their backs?

Those words were filthy beyond measure.

They said lady Yu was a loose woman, so how could Wan Niang, as her daughter, be any better?

Even if they weren’t to blame, the mother and daughter bore the burden of a bad reputation.

Some things are destined to be unreasonable.

Back when she tried to find a match for Yu Tingwan, even though she represented her, good families were unwilling to take in such a girl.

Li Lian: "Those wives who later married into the village don’t know about lady Yu. They only know the Hu Family sold their daughter during the famine."

It’s a common phenomenon, seen so often it becomes numbing.

So many years have passed, and the Hu Family is still willing to take responsibility for their niece. To those people, it’s just evidence of the Hu Family’s kindness.

Li Lian found herself at a loss for words.

"Many have told Wan Niang that the Hu Family treats her well, that Hu Dazhu treats her well, that although Mrs. Wang is harsh, she’s a good aunt for providing a place for Wan Niang to live."

"All of this... Aunt Wu knows, and we know too."

"Yet we still watch this situation unfold. Allowing the Hu Family’s reputation to be this good, in the end, was only aiding and abetting the wicked."

The Village Chief’s hand trembled, showing his age, and he seemed to age further in that moment, "Maybe it was wrong."

He murmured, "Wrong from the very start."

The gale seemed to rise, rattling the windows.

Faintly, the cursing of a few households in the distance could be heard, likely because water was coming in.

"That girl is surely blessed."

The Village Chief forced a smile.

"She was never confused, clearer-minded from the outset than others."

If she had been a boy.

He would certainly have supported Yu Tingwan in her studies more.

Yes.

He didn’t know that Yu Tingwan was a cause of concern for the tutor.

"Such a girl will always manage to live well."

"Look at her today; no trace of the embarrassment from when she just left the village."

"The Wei Family... they married well."

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The beaded curtain of rain from the sky fragmented the street into blurry segments.

Someone rode a horse through the rain, turning swiftly into the Ze County post station. As soon as he shed his raincoat, he quickly headed for the third floor.

He Xuran’s trusted aide stood waiting outside the door, slightly surprised to see him.

Without asking anything, he opened the door.

He Xuran was bent over disordered desk, reviewing documents.

He’d been unbearably busy these days.

The matter of the disaster relief funds was unresolved, yet had already met with covert resistance from multiple forces.

He also needed to set aside time to investigate the Yu Family’s affair.

It seems unbelievable, but even that was being obstructed.

Facing obstacles on two fronts, He Xuran’s expression was not good.

Opposite him was Yang Weiweng.

He sat up straight, having gathered the identities of officials, both large and small, from the four cities back then, their actions during the famine, where they were appointed now, and whether there had been correspondence over the years...

Yang Weiweng looked solemn, filtering through these to find clues.

Until someone entered and knelt before He Xuran.

"Uncle."

He Xuran raised his eyes from his work.

Seeing who it was, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said to Yang Weiweng,

"It’s late; you should go back and rest."

Yang Weiweng knew better than to linger: "Yes."

As he left, the door closed behind him again.

He Xuran sipped strong tea to refresh himself, "Did Aunt have something for you to convey?"

This was someone who served by his brother-in-law’s side.

"Madam was concerned about you, and by chance, she received some hides and made them into deer boots, instructing me to deliver them to you. She bade you to take care of your health while you’re away."

Upon hearing this, He Xuran stepped forward to receive them.

But as he approached, his expression became serious.

"For such tasks, others could have delivered them. Why did you come personally? Was there something Uncle wanted you to say?"

The person before him was weary from travel.

"The Crown Prince is gravely ill, and the Holy Emperor intends to summon Military Doctor Ge to the Capital, but unexpected events have arisen."

"What do you mean?"

"The palace attendants bearing the imperial edict vanished without a trace en route."

He Xuran: ...

"It’s not like I did it. What’s Uncle worried about?"

"Currently, on the estate under the Fifth Prince’s name."

He Xuran: "Ying Yin is bold."

"This matter, the Imperial Palace and the Fifth Prince are unaware of it."

He Xuran squinted, the amusement fading from his mouth.

Uncle never involved himself in factional disputes, so how was he privy to this?

"That’s the oddity here."

The aide: "For some reason, this information reached our Master."

"The Master ordered me to investigate."

"Indeed they have been detained."

"No idea who is behind it."

Knowing more is not always beneficial.

Someone audaciously wanted him to find out, like a silent provocation.

"That incident in Ze County back then, Master still harbors resentment, fearing you’ll encounter a mishap here too, thus he’s ordered me to stay here and ensure your safety."

He Xuran was deep in thought.